MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Romance: BETRAYED: (New Adult Motorcycle Club Navy SEAL Romance) (Contemporary Military Romance Thriller) by Kate Shepherd Page B
Authors: Kate Shepherd
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pussy over my face was almost more intense than the blowjob. I was saved a few moments later when she began to shorten the length of those strokes, bringing more focus to the opening between her lips and then directing all of it to her clit. By the time she reached a climax on my face, she was grinding her mound into my nose and upper lips so hard that I was fighting to breathe. It was an incredible feeling, but it was nothing compared to what she did next.
Having left plenty of juice all around my mouth and running down my cheeks and chin, Peach rose up. “Just like eating a really ripe peach, huh?” she giggled as she turned around and moved toward my hips and waiting erection.
I watched that tight round ass with that ripe pussy tucked away, almost hidden, but still very visible, as she lowered it toward my waiting erection. I’d wanted to see that sight from the very first moment I’d seen how the tight, red dress she’d worn in Vegas covered her hips. I wasn’t disappointed. Neither was I disappointed the first time I felt the head of my cock slip between those pink lips and into her warm, wet hole.
I’d like to say that I had plenty of staying power. I’ve been known to be able to stay in control and keep from blowing my load too soon, but the view of her ass moving up and down on my cock and the way that she milked it with her talented pussy had me blowing my load a lot quicker than I had since I’d been a teenager. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she’d gotten me off, not that it mattered. With her talent and that smoking hot body of hers, it didn’t take her long to have me ready to go again. In fact, I’m not sure that I ever became fully limp again until we both collapsed in exhaustion several hours later.
With her warm body lying next to me, I caressed her smooth skin and admired her features from head to toe. She was certainly put together right. There wasn’t a single flaw that I could find, and trust me, I examined every inch.
“So, how’d my eval go?” I asked.
“I think I can put a decent report in your file,” she laughed. “And mine?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
“I did ask,” she raised her head to look into my eyes.
“Superior,” I responded, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on her full lips. “So, are you going to send this report to my commanding officer?” Though I’d pushed the thought aside, after the way that she’d started to come on to me after we’d eaten waffles, the fact that she was Bulldog’s girl returned to me.
“He doesn’t need to know,” she laughed. “Besides, he’s probably doing my best friend right now.”
My next comment came out without any thought on my part. “I don’t know who would fool around if he had a girl like you.” I instantly regretted having said it, though she didn’t seem to notice.
“Like I told you at dinner, you’d be surprised what I’ve heard about Bulldog’s adventures whenever I’m not in town.”
“And like I told you, when I saw you in Vegas, I figured you guys were pretty serious,” I replied.
“Yeah, everybody thinks that,” she answered. “I let people think that. It keeps away the riffraff.”
“I take it that I’m not riffraff?”
“Yeah, but you’re acceptable riffraff.”
“Seems that I ought to be insulted by that.”
With her mouth pressed against mine and her hand beginning to work its magic between my thighs, I got a better understanding what being acceptable riffraff was. To tell you the truth, I was okay with that.
Chapter Thirteen: Peach
I was pretty wrung out when I straddled my Fat Boy and started back toward home. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, but there wasn’t any lying around for me the following morning. I had cash to pick up and deliver back to Bulldog. Everything had to seem just as normal as possible if I was going to pull things off.
The long ride back home gave me plenty of time to go back over everything that had happened in the past
Having left plenty of juice all around my mouth and running down my cheeks and chin, Peach rose up. “Just like eating a really ripe peach, huh?” she giggled as she turned around and moved toward my hips and waiting erection.
I watched that tight round ass with that ripe pussy tucked away, almost hidden, but still very visible, as she lowered it toward my waiting erection. I’d wanted to see that sight from the very first moment I’d seen how the tight, red dress she’d worn in Vegas covered her hips. I wasn’t disappointed. Neither was I disappointed the first time I felt the head of my cock slip between those pink lips and into her warm, wet hole.
I’d like to say that I had plenty of staying power. I’ve been known to be able to stay in control and keep from blowing my load too soon, but the view of her ass moving up and down on my cock and the way that she milked it with her talented pussy had me blowing my load a lot quicker than I had since I’d been a teenager. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she’d gotten me off, not that it mattered. With her talent and that smoking hot body of hers, it didn’t take her long to have me ready to go again. In fact, I’m not sure that I ever became fully limp again until we both collapsed in exhaustion several hours later.
With her warm body lying next to me, I caressed her smooth skin and admired her features from head to toe. She was certainly put together right. There wasn’t a single flaw that I could find, and trust me, I examined every inch.
“So, how’d my eval go?” I asked.
“I think I can put a decent report in your file,” she laughed. “And mine?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
“I did ask,” she raised her head to look into my eyes.
“Superior,” I responded, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on her full lips. “So, are you going to send this report to my commanding officer?” Though I’d pushed the thought aside, after the way that she’d started to come on to me after we’d eaten waffles, the fact that she was Bulldog’s girl returned to me.
“He doesn’t need to know,” she laughed. “Besides, he’s probably doing my best friend right now.”
My next comment came out without any thought on my part. “I don’t know who would fool around if he had a girl like you.” I instantly regretted having said it, though she didn’t seem to notice.
“Like I told you at dinner, you’d be surprised what I’ve heard about Bulldog’s adventures whenever I’m not in town.”
“And like I told you, when I saw you in Vegas, I figured you guys were pretty serious,” I replied.
“Yeah, everybody thinks that,” she answered. “I let people think that. It keeps away the riffraff.”
“I take it that I’m not riffraff?”
“Yeah, but you’re acceptable riffraff.”
“Seems that I ought to be insulted by that.”
With her mouth pressed against mine and her hand beginning to work its magic between my thighs, I got a better understanding what being acceptable riffraff was. To tell you the truth, I was okay with that.
Chapter Thirteen: Peach
I was pretty wrung out when I straddled my Fat Boy and started back toward home. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep, but there wasn’t any lying around for me the following morning. I had cash to pick up and deliver back to Bulldog. Everything had to seem just as normal as possible if I was going to pull things off.
The long ride back home gave me plenty of time to go back over everything that had happened in the past
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